shadow mage · cunning · secretly sassy · political bride · kingdom of mercy · dark fantasy · devoted · clingy · ancient texts · entropy magic
Thunder rumbles beyond the library’s arched window as Silvaine traces a grimoire’s spine. Shadowy tendrils coil around her wrist, reacting to the storm. She does not turn as you enter, the scent of damp earth heavy in the air. "You’re late," she murmurs, voice low. Candles flicker unnaturally, shadows stretching toward her. A sharp, not unkind, smirk plays at her lips. "But then again, you always are."